Chapter seven

Clearwater, Florida, USA ... one month later

As the old saying goes, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with."

Senora Brenda proved to be a nice woman who loved to get down and dirty and Jake was her obsession. Her husband was in hospice and days away from kicking the bucket yet there she was in a brand-new condominium that she had just purchased for Jake.

It was located right on the beach. It had all the bells and whistles with the latest technology and nice furniture. The condo also had a delightful view of the ocean which put Jake's mind at ease as he sat on his white leather recliner looking out the glass doors with Brenda in his lap.

He let her tire herself on his cock. As soon as she nutted, she kissed his full lips, "My Jake, ay papi, estoy muy feliz." She rose to her feet. He smiled as he watched her walk away and heard her footsteps carry her out of the sitting room.

He stood and walked over to the glass door, slid it open and stepped out to the balcony, and watched the waves as they crashed onto the shore. Nyla would love this view, he thought.

Moments later, he felt a soft hand on his back, "I'll see you in a few days. I have to be at my husband's side. I hope you understand."

He nodded, "Of course."

She kissed him and left. Jake smiled. He obtained a new place to stay. A condo with three bedrooms right on the beach. He also had two other cougars that loved to spoil him. Senora Maribel purchased him a brand-new car. And Senora Luz kept his wardrobe up-to-date.

It wasn't a bad gig after all but there was something he wanted more than those things.

London, England

They were at the studio. Three songs had been added to the record. Nigel was pleased with all the attention his label had been getting. It helped take his mind off of his love life which seemed to be stagnant.

"Great job, Nyla babe," he said to her as she stood next to Gio and Erick. Gio helped her put on her coat. It was still a little chilly and he had been spoiling her even more so since they got the news that she was pregnant with his child. Her due date was January 4th.

"What are you three up to tonight?" Nigel asked.

"It depends on what Nyla wants to do," replied Gio.

"Come hang out at the house, the three of you."

Nyla smiled, "I'm fine if my guys are fine."

They agreed to go hang out at Nigel's. As they were headed to the car, Gio received a phone call from his sister, "Big sister, how are you?" he asked.

"I'm doing great. Things are great but dad called. He's concerned."

His eyebrows furrowed, "About?"

She hesitated, "I know you and Miriam have this thing but ... you're usually good about keeping things quiet."

Gio gave his keys to Erick so he and Nyla could continue onto his car. Gio huffed, "What did she do?"

"I sent you a video. It's all over social media news here that she plans to divorce you and marry some guy from Nigeria."

His jaw nearly dropped, "Wait? What?"

"Her mother and father are here to meet with Baba."

"Damn it. You know what, I don't care. If she wants a divorce, she can have one."

She sighed, "It's not that simple."

"Why?"

"You didn't make her sign a prenuptial agreement. She can take out a lot of our family's wealth."

"She won't do that."

"How do you know? Did you know she was going to do this or have herself sterilized before she could give you a child? I swear."

"I have a child on the way," he blurted out excitedly.

She gasped, "With whom?"

"She's a singer. In London. Well, she's from the United States."

"Well, this is good news why haven't you said anything sooner?"

"Because ... she's still married and also, she's a Black woman. I need time to soften Baba up to this."

"Jesus Christ Gio—"

"I know. I know."

"You need to get back here. I'm sure Baba will want to have this conversation in person and bring the woman. I'd love to meet her."

Gio smiled, "You'll love her. She's sweet."

After the call ended, Gio made haste to the car where Erick was already seated in the driver's area and Nyla was in the passenger seat. He got in the back.

"Is everything good, babe?" she asked.

He nodded, "Nothing for you to worry about my love."

Erick looked at him through the rearview mirror. He knew that face. He could sense something was going on.

They arrived at Nigel's place. Nyla was helped out of the car by Gio, "I'll see you inside in a few," he told her. She went inside.

Erick walked around to the passenger side where Gio stood, "What's going on?"

"It's Miriam. She's telling people that we're getting divorced so she can marry that Nigerian filmmaker."

Erick chuckled, "That's a bold move."

"Yes. Now our parents are going crazy. Why didn't she talk to me about this first we could have planned it out better?"

"Miriam is a selfish bitch. You know that."

He nodded, "Yeah, I know but this wasn't smart. I'll have to go to the states to answer to my father about all of this."

The biggest issue was the money. He knew their parents would try to convince Miriam to stay in the marriage. He would have gladly given her the divorce. He wanted to be in London with the new family that he created.

"This could be a good thing," said Erick as he touched his chest, "tell your father that you have no interest in the company or his money. You have us. We have the label. Nyla's doing great. You're her manager and you have your art. We'll be fine."

Gio nodded. But it wasn't just that. Some appearances had to be maintained and Miriam was making both families look bad. "Let me call her and find out what the hell she's up to."

Erick left him to make his phone call. It rang a few times. As soon as he heard her voice his blood started to boil, "What the entire—"

"Oh, calm down. This is what we both want anyway."

"Not like this, Miriam, and what about—"

"He'll be fine. I heard that he fucked the little redheaded farm girl while you were visiting his mom anyway. Look, let's meet a day before we speak to our parents and convince them that this is a mutual decision. I won't ask for alimony or any shares in your father's company."

This gave him some relief, "Fine. I'll be there on Saturday morning. Let's meet at my sister's."

"I'll see you there."

He had a plan in mind. It was simple ... tell their, parents, that they were no longer happy together and wanted different things. He knew once his father was aware that Miriam could not give him a child, he'd be okay with a divorce and once he assured him that she would not ask for money, he would not question their motives.

Her family might protest since they stood to lose more. Her family's company relied heavily on the partnership. The Manzini's were a huge manufacturer of car parts and had a great logistic system that kept their customers' needs supplied at all times.

If the two separated, the Clarkes would possibly revert to having to pay full price to have their goods made and shipped.

Gio sighed as he entered the home. Nigel was his friend. He was faced with having to tell him what Miriam had done.

When he stepped inside, he saw Nigel along with Nyla and Erick. They watched a video. He heard the audio. It was Miriam's voice. His heart sank. "Well, I guess she's finally made up her mind," he said.

Nyla touched his shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"No, don't be." He turned to see Gio, "My good friend Gio told me that woman was nothing but a cunt and I convinced him to marry her so I could have access to her even if she wasn't my wife, and now look, she's fucked us both." He laughed loudly and then screamed, "Fuuuck!"

It was silent for a moment. "I'm going to go for a drive," they watched as he stormed off. The door opened and later slammed.

She had not heard from him in weeks. Decidedly, she moved on to a nice young man that lived nearby. He was of average build, not overly muscular but with enough muscles to make a woman bat an eye. His hair was brown, wavy on top, and trimmed neatly on the sides. He wore glasses over his soft brown eyes. It was their third date; he was hoping to be invited into her home but he was okay with taking it slow if that's what she wanted.

As he pulled up to the house where she lived after a nice dinner and a walk, Emily noticed a car sitting in the driveway. Gorge spoke, "Looks like you have company."

She knew the vehicle; her heart skipped a beat. "George, thanks for the great evening." She said as she kissed his cheek and left his car hurriedly. Moments later, George drove off.

Emily stepped to the driver's side and tapped on the window. The window lowered, "Hello there beautiful," he said with a smile.

She huffed, "What are you doing here, Nigel?" she asked somewhat annoyed.

"I came to see you," he replied as if he expected her to welcome him with open arms. She rolled her eyes and headed to the house. He left his vehicle and stopped her at the door, "Em, please," he pleaded.

She witnessed the hurt in his eyes, "What has the queen done this time?"

"I don't want to talk about her. I just want to talk about us. Do you think there can be an us?"

"Don't fuck with me, Nigel, I swear—"

His mouth covered hers, and her cold exterior melted within seconds as they clumsily nearly fell indoors kissing and pawing at each other clothes. "I love you so much Nigel," she confessed.

As she stood nude in front of him, he went to his knees, parted her legs, and tasted her wine. Her head tilted back as she enjoyed his tongue dancing elegantly along her labia and clit. Soft moans grew louder. This was everything that she ever wanted.

He paused and looked up into her wanting green eyes. Slowly he rose to his feet wiping his mouth. His lips touched hers as he lifted her right leg and felt her warm center hugging his cock, "SSSssss, ahh," he moaned in delight. She felt nice and it felt amazing to be deep in her middle as she clung to him as if he was the only man that mattered to her.

They waited for hours on the patio to hear from Nigel. Just as Gio was about to go look for him, he received a text message, "I'm at Emily's. I'll you all tomorrow."

Gio replied, "We leave tomorrow night for the United States."

He informed his lovers that Nigel was okay and safe with Emily in the countryside. So, they retired to the bedroom.

It was there, the three found themselves entangled in a three-way prone bone. Nyla on her belly as she gripped the sheets taking on Erick's strokes. Erick held her tits and squeezed as Gio pounded his rear.

The groans grew louder with each passing moment. Erick's skin turned bright red as he felt the double sensation of stroking Nyla's moist center as his ass was stroked. A few times during their threesomes, he experienced double orgasms as he erupted inside of Nyla and climaxed from anal. It was a pleasure that was hard to put into words but he loved when it happened.

His hand eased up to her neck and he held gently. Nyla felt the might of both men pressing down on her and suddenly, it stopped. Erick pulled from her center and flipped her, opened her legs wide, and plunged back into her warm center.

He stroked with vigor listening to her precious moans fill the room. "Yes, yes, yes," he moaned as he felt her walls tighten and pulsate. Gio was above her head leaning over rubbing her clit vigorously.

"Oh my god," she moaned repeatedly.

"That's it, babe, come on, louder," Gio encouraged her as his fingers moved faster on her hard swollen button until she squirted and left his fingers and Erick's balls super wet. Erick bit his lip and pressed into her kissing her mouth as he stroked slowly, "You want to cum again?"

"Um hmm," she replied.

He went slow, digging her out until he felt it. "Ah yes," he said as his body tightened. He pressed deeper and filled her center with his warm nutrient. She was already pregnant. He could fill her pussy as much as he wanted.

He rolled off. Gio got in position. His huge cock caused Erick's juice to spill from her center. He loved the wet sound her center made as he stroked. Erick diligently sucked her left nipple and played with her pearl. Nyla placed her hands on Gio's strong arms as he hovered over her, "Oh god, Gio!" she exclaimed.

He revved up and plowed away until he erupted inside. Slowly he pulled back seeing all the nectar on his cock. Erick eased over and licked him clean.

It was a beautiful day. The breeze was nice. Adrienne was off spending time with her parents in Jamaica for the summer. Emily had the house to herself. After the night and morning, she had, it was a good thing.

Her face beamed with joy as she took a stroll down the path by the river. All she could think about was Nigel. As her mind filled with wonderful thoughts of what could be, she heard, "Hello, Emily."

She saw his soft brown eyes peering through the lenses he wore, "George."

He nodded, "I suppose you had a great time with your visit last night?"

She sighed, "Look, George—"

"It's okay," he replied although his heart sank, "nice guys usually finish last."

Her face saddened, "Nigel is a nice guy."

He nodded, "For your sake, I hope so. Take care," he said as he continued.

As torn as she was, she could not allow Nigel to slip away. He was hers now that Miriam was out of the picture. Her cellphone sounded, "I miss you already, I made it back safely, N."

She smiled and replied, "I miss you too. Can't wait to see you again."

Nigel was back home. He was greeted by Nyla upon arrival with a long hug. He felt a huge release as he wrapped his arms around her, "You give amazing hugs," he admitted.

She stepped back, "How are you?"

"I'm okay. I feel like things are finally starting to click."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. You don't have to worry about me," he said as he placed his palm on her belly, "how is my little nephew doing?"

She smiled, "What if it's a girl?"

"I have a knack for these things. I can sense you're having a boy."

She chuckled, "I guess we'll see."

"And where are your two lovers?"

She blushed, "Still resting. We had a busy morning."

He chuckled, "I see you, girl, wearing those chaps out. What time are you all leaving?"

"In a few hours."

He nodded, "I'll give you a ride to the airport."

"Thanks." She watched him head upstairs. She sat on the sofa with her phone in hand watching videos of people doing dances to her new song and singing along to the lyrics. She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. Her mind flashed to the morning she had with Gio and Erick.

Erick lay in bed. He wanted sixty-nine. Her eyebrow rose, "Are you sure?" she asked. She carried her weight well at two hundred pounds of sweet delicious fluffiness.

"On my face, now," he commanded.

She straddled him. He spread her open wide and licked up and down her split savoring every delectable sector of her punani. Her mouth covered his long thick rod as Gio worked his bottom slowly.

His legs were opened wide. Her lips moved up and down his shaft. She saw Gio's rod sliding back and forth. She looked up into his eyes, he lifted her chin for a kiss as she stroked Erick with her right hand.

She eased down and mounted Erick in reverse as Gio stepped back. His lips pressed onto hers as she rode Erick to her delight. Their moans echoed in the room and grew louder until she gasped and her body trembled.

Gio lifted her off Erick and placed her on his cock. With ease, he bounced her up and down and listened to her moans. Erick joined them on the floor and entered her back door. Together they pleasured her openings until they erupted.

As Nyla sat remembering that morning workout, her mind flashed to Jake, soon I'll be back in Florida, she thought, she remembered when things were good with them. She wondered if he missed her.

That was the start of her morning. She smiled as she touched her belly. She was with Gio's child. There was no way Jake would accept this, she thought. Besides, she enjoyed her new sexual freedom. Jake would never do the things she had done with Gio and Erick.

In a few hours, she'd be on her way back to Tampa to see him. She'd request a divorce and move on with her life and let him move on with his.

Tampa, Florida, USA

The music played softly. She hummed the tune as she sat behind her desk. She had long sandy blonde hair, her eyes were hazel, and she wore a pair of cat-eyed rimmed glasses with a string that went around her neck.

"I really like this song. My brother sent it to me. He says she's the hottest new thing where he lives."

Fernando stood in front of her desk and smiled, "Beautiful singing voice."

She sat forward and clasped her fingers together, "So how is your experiment going?" she asked curiously.

He nodded, "It's going well. It will work."

She shook her head, "How can you be sure it'll work here?"

"It would have to be discrete. I have people that can set it up like a dating app."

"And this should replace all the money we lost with your little fiasco at the warehouse?"

He rubbed his chin, "I think so."

She stood to her feet. She was only five feet four inches but with heels, she looked almost five feet ten inches as she glared at him and responded, "I don't need you to think. I want you to know."

He nodded as he watched her strut from behind her desk and stand in front of him, "Make sure our friend understands that revenge is so much better when it's served cold and that no moves are to be made without my approval. Dona Kathy likes being happy." She touched his ruggedly handsome face, "I need something from you, now, papi."

He nodded. He knew what she liked and how she liked it. He grabbed her hair and kissed her wildly. She purred like a kitten and licked her lips. He turned her around roughly, undid his pants, ripped off her skirt, and pushed his way into her moist warm center.

"Si, si, si," she moaned as he pounded her from behind. He had been her secret lover for many years. Something her husband knew nothing about.

Fernando started as her husband's bodyguard. After he died, she kept him on the payroll for a variety of things.

As she pounded her from behind, she yelped loudly not caring if the other workers heard them carrying on. They knew she and Fernando fucked but never whispered a word. Her temper was far more volatile than her former husband or immature bother. She always saw herself as the natural leader whereas her brother was an idiot who liked to throw his money around to gain respect.

Kathy was as keen as she was beautiful and had a way of getting whatever she wanted by any means necessary.